The Condor of the Andes wakes anew
With the light/ happy and bright/ of the dawn
Slowly his wings he does now both unfold
Descending to/ the river blue/ to drink he goes
Behind/ the Earth unwinds
In greenery of love and peace
Behind/ the stalk sprouts to sunrise
In wheated fields/ in wheated fields
The Condor of the Andes now descends
When sunrise/ in happy skies/ does arrive
The sky to see his way turned sad and gray
Thus he cried/ gray sobs poured nigh/as he flew by
Behind/ the Earth unwinds
In greenery of love and peace
Behind/ the stalk sprouts to sunrise
In wheated fields/ in wheated fields/the sun did rise
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